William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
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Some book there is that she desires to see.
Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy.
But thou art deeper read and better skilled:
Come and take choice of all my library,
And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens
Reveal the damned contriver of this deed.
'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
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'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in sale stowage.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?
